Hello guys! How are you doing? Hope you're all fine? How's MINE?😅 hope you're enjoying cuz if you are I'll be really happy❤ well then let's proceed!

You and I, we're one too many world's apart
It really shouldn't work but it does
It really shouldn't work but it does✨
When it comes to usss❤✨❤
                                                                -when it comes to us by Frances ft Rituals.....Fave song  ❤😭

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"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to London Heathrow Airport. We will be landing in 10 minutes. Please fasten your seatbelts."

I heard the captain's voice over the intercom, and quickly fastened my seatbelt. I started reciting my duas, silently praying for a safe landing. It had been a long flight, and I couldn't wait to finally reach my destination.

The plane finally touched down, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I was in the UK! After the plane came to a complete stop and the seatbelt sign went off, I grabbed my carry-on bag and headed for baggage claim. I had already arranged for a cab to take me from London Heathrow to Manchester, so I just needed to get my luggage and meet the driver.

I retrieved my bags and quickly inserted my UK SIM card into my phone. I called the driver. "Hi, I'm here. Where are you?"

The driver's voice crackled through the phone. "I'm near the Costa Coffee shop in Terminal 5."

I nodded to myself, following the directions. My steps quickened as I made my way through the terminal. I was excited but also exhausted from the long flight. When I reached the coffee shop, I saw a man in his mid-forties with a name tag that read Hafsah Leila Hussein. I walked over to him and greeted him with a smile.

"Hello," I said.

The driver smiled back. "Hello, Miss Leyla. Let me help you with your luggage." He took my bags from me, and we walked together to the car.

The drive to Manchester was long—around three and a half hours. The countryside was beautiful, and I couldn't help but stare out the window as we passed through quiet towns and fields. There was something peaceful about it all, but I was also eager to get to my new apartment and start this new chapter in my life.

Finally, we reached Manchester, and I could feel the buzz of the city. The towering buildings, the busy streets, everything was so different from what I was used to back home. We arrived at my apartment building on Albion Street in the city center. My brother, Ya Muhammad, had helped me choose it. It was perfect — a luxurious one-bedroom flat in the heart of Manchester, right in the middle of everything. I paid the cab fare, grabbed my luggage, and entered the building.

When I stepped inside the apartment, I couldn't help but smile. It was exactly as I remembered. Cozy, modern, and just the right size. I was on the 10th floor, and I loved how it felt to be up so high, looking down at the bustling city below. It was my first taste of independence, and I felt a little thrill at the thought.

I quickly unpacked, finishing up around 8 pm. I lay down on the comfortable bed, feeling both exhausted and excited. The apartment felt like home already. It was time to call my father and let him know I had arrived safely. After a short but heartfelt conversation, he prayed for me, and we said our goodbyes.

I was still lying on the bed when I heard a notification on my phone. It was a message from Muhammad.

Mr. Moh: Hey

Me: Hey there, Muhammadu

Mr. Moh: How was your flight, Hafsah?

Me: Stop calling me that... it was fine, alhamdulillah.

Mr. Moh: Then stop adding 'u' to my name too, miss 😏

Me: Fine, I'll stop.

Mr. Moh: So, how are you?

Me: I'm good, alhamdulillah. You?

Mr. Moh: Alhamdulillah, I'm good. Hope you're doing well.

Me: I am, alhamdulillah.

Mr. Moh: Hope you're taking care of yourself.

Me: What do you mean by that?

Mr. Moh: You know exactly what I mean, kid.

Me: Did you just call me a 'kid'?

Mr. Moh: Aren't you like 17 or something?

Me: Ka Manta! I'm 15! 🙄

Mr. Moh: Oh, it's just four years! What's the difference between 15 and 19?

Layla: Sannu babba. How old are you, 40?

Mr. Moh: God! No!! I'm 27! Still young and handsome, right?

Me: Eww! Handsome my feet! 🤮

Mr. Moh: Ouch! I'm hurt, hansaii.

Me: Die! And what the heck is hansai?

Mr. Moh: It's another name for Hafsah.

Me: Who told you I care about you? And don't ever call me Hansai, or I'll start calling you 'Mamman'.

We continued chatting for a while, laughing and joking around. I couldn't help but feel comfortable with him. Despite the occasional teasing, Muhammad was easy to talk to. But sometimes, I couldn't help but wonder if I really had to marry him. Was it my choice? I wasn't sure, but I guessed it wasn't really up to me.

I tried calling my sister, Ya Meena, to let her know I had arrived, but she didn't answer. So, I left her a message on iMessage. I then decided to call my best friend, Ibty, to catch up. I missed her so much, and it felt good to hear her voice again. We talked for a while before I decided to get some sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day — grocery shopping and getting supplies for school.

As I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, I reflected on everything that had happened.

✨Deedahh✨